I want to fly away from this place
Away from this industrial place
where smoke fills my lungs
Away from this crowded place
where everyone gossips and steals
Away from this judgemental place
where people only care about my size
So I'll make some wings, makeshift wings
With feathers from swans
and glue from the cupboard
I'll wait until the sun goes down
until the stars come out
I'm looking for the star
The second one to the right
And then I'll jump from a building
the highest one around
And I'll spread my arms
And hope that my makeshift wings are enough
Enough to carry me to that beautiful place
The beautiful place where the breeze is sweet
The beautiful place where everybody laughs
The beautiful place where your heart only matters
There is no death, there are no tears
And then the wind picks me up
And I move my wings and I go higher
And I reach that star
And I have flown away from that place
